I got in a fight. Actually, I got beat up. It was three on one.
I was on the phone with a friend. Some guys overheard what I was talking about. They flat out asked what I was up to.
I was putting out a some papers at this coffee shop. We'd had them printed.
"This is you?" one guy said. I forgot I'd been there before like a week before.
Anarchists, they claimed...they started calling me names: "Totalitarian".
I said we need control; the people need guidance, leadership. It has to be enforced.
I went to leave, and they followed.
The one guy started yelling, cussing, and then he hit me. I kind of ducked, but I fell. Then they were kicking me on the ground- three guys. I got up, managed to run out. Someone must've kicked my back foot and I fell again. I hit my fucking face. I got up and ran. This time I got away. But I have this mark now, on my cheek.
I'm pissed. This is my neighborhood and I don't remember seeing them before, but it sucks, like what if they see me again?
Anyway, it doesn't matter because I'm moving again, but I really liked that place for coffee , and they let you leave stuff there, like to be shared, flyers or pamphlets, or whatever, as long as it's not sales crap.
Toward the Greater Future
I will speak again.